The envelope crinkled softly as Linda slid one finger under the flap, and for a moment, nobody on the veranda moved at all.
Star sat very still beside Lyn's feet, ears up, and Pinkysan crept closer along the railing until she was close enough to see the paper too.
Linda pulled out a single folded page and unfolded it slowly. "Here," she said, handing it to Lyn with a small, nervous smile. "You read it. My hands are too excited to hold it steady."
Lyn laughed and smoothed the page flat in the last light of evening. "Dear Lyn and Linda," she read aloud. "Thank you again for the persimmon cake. I still think about it at my desk sometimes, which is not very good for my work."
Linda giggled, and Lyn kept reading. "I have asked for the day off, and I will come to Nara on the second Friday of November, in the evening train. I hope that is still a good day for you both."
"It's perfect," Linda said at once, pressing a hand to her chest. "Keep going, keep going."
"He says," Lyn continued, "'Please tell Star I have not forgotten her, and please tell Pinkysan I will try to be patient this time.' And then, at the bottom, he added one more line: 'I am bringing something small from Kyoto. I think you will both like it.'"
Star let out one happy bark, as if she understood every word, and trotted a quick circle around the veranda before settling down again with her chin on her paws.
Pinkysan, for her part, only flicked her tail and gave the letter a long, thoughtful look, as though deciding whether patience was something she wanted to try too.
"A gift," Linda said, still smiling. "What do you think it could be?"
"I have no idea," Lyn said, folding the letter carefully along its old creases. "But I think we should write back tonight, before it gets too late."
"Tonight," Linda agreed, standing up and brushing off her apron. "And tomorrow, let's really plan the whole day. Maybe even a walk through the park, if the maples are turning red by then."
Lyn looked out at the dark garden, where the persimmon tree stood quiet against the last blue of the sky, and felt a small, warm flutter of excitement for the first time all week.
"The whole day," she repeated softly. "I like the sound of that."
(To be continued)